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The man downstairs was confused, "Laughing chicken feathers, laugh."

Shao Kou felt that his kindness had fed the liver and lungs of the donkey, and he was sleepy, and when he was sleepy, he went to sleep.

Sleep until the end of time, don't let him care about the troubles of this world, however, Shao Kou, who was immersed in traveling, was slapped awake, squinting his heavy eyes and opening a small slit, he saw a little apricot yellow Hey, this little painter, you live in autumn, it looks like the fruit hanging on the tree, is it ripe? I don’t want to talk to him, so I turn around and continue to sleep.

"Pretend again, can't we pretend to be decent? Don't blink your eyelids, can you do it?"

Blink fart.

Bian Mu took advantage of the situation and sat on one side, and continued to pat him, "The sun is already down at the bottom of the mountain, why don't you hurry up and get a fishing net to fish."

Get a fart.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if it's day or night, you can easily fall asleep. Hey, I'm so tired to be the boss."

Tired ass.

"Look at your sleeping position, it's more tender than a prawn, why don't you do acrobatics, practice your lower back or something."

next fart.

"Not to mention, the way you tidy up this house does not conform to your wild image at all. It is quite clean, which is worthy of praise."

Crazy ass.

"The quilt seems to be softer than the one in my house, and the pillow seems to be more fragrant than the one in my house..."

The sun was slanting to the west, and it happened that it was time for him to take a nap, and when he was talking, he leaned against the head of the bed, staring with blurred eyes.

Just ask you, is it funny?Woke him up and fell asleep, is there such a thing?

It took a long time for Shao Kou to turn over, stretch out his long arms, pull the man on the bedside into his arms, raise his hand to give him half of the pillow, close his tired eyes, and continue to sleep.

Demons and ghosts also specialize in bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Even when it is dark, they still dare not take half a step forward.

Bian Mu went upstairs to draw a painting this morning, because Qingming was mentioned, his grandfather loved to teach him to draw falling snow every time during Qingming, yes, during Qingming it rains heavily, and passers-by want to die, but in Qingming In the north, there is a lot of snow during the Ching Ming Festival, maybe the last snow, there is always a special show, it is endless, his grandfather said that the snow is sticky, you can think of it as a cold Like a jade gentleman, he often sucks wind and drinks dew, like a banished fairy, but his heart is burning with fire, so he is cold in the sky, and he falls to the ground with a different temperature, which is beautiful.

The lower corner of the painting is still the inscription, the clearer is brighter.

After packing up his painting tools, he looked down at his watch. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon. He looked around from the stairs, but there was no sign of anyone, only a small broken dog squatting at the door, gnawing on a bone and grinding its teeth. There was no smell of food in the air, and he was hungry.

I don’t want to eat instant noodles, so I pushed open the door and called him, shameless, and told you to sleep, but the person who went to wake someone up fell asleep, Shao Kou sat up and realized that there was someone beside him, and gave him the thin quilt Go up, stretch your waist and get out of bed. This little painter's posture is too unrestrained, yes, unrestrained. I didn't expect you to be a border collie in such a sleeping posture.

A tall and tall man squatted on the ground, picked and picked for a long time, and stood up. He gave birth to some soybean sprouts, which could be fried in two days. The water seeped out, covered with a breathable drawer cloth again, and a squash was pulled out. Cut it into slices and put it together with sausages, um, what else to make, let’s get a fish, stew some fish soup, to supplement the little painter, or, let’s stew a pig’s trotter, put more soybeans, hehehe, Don't people say, what to eat to make up for, make up for your pig's trotters.

Just as he was masturbating, someone patted his drooping arm from behind, and said hoarsely, "Little Kouzi, my legs are weak from hunger, hurry up."

"Yes, Lafayette, the slave will help you to sit up."

Squeezing his throat, he bowed and stretched his forearms. The strap of the apron hung down to his cheeks, causing a little itchiness.

Before Bian Mu could agree, the little bastard rushed out and yelled at Shao Kou yelling.

"Yo, what's the matter, little bastard, you can help me if you can, woof woof, woof woof."

You can also chat with a dog, Bian Mu expressed his appeal weakly again, "I'm hungry, can you stop talking nonsense?"

Shao Kou hurriedly turned around to get a piece of chocolate, peeled off the tin foil, pressed it directly to his lips, and said domineeringly, "Open your mouth."

The index finger pushed lightly, and when it was retracted, it unconsciously touched a little water, and the numbness went all the way to the heart along the fingertips. He was a little dazed for a moment, and his eyes were fixed on his light-colored lips. The raised Adam's apple was rolling, the palms behind the back were clenched, some fragments suddenly flashed in the mind, the room was covered by a gauze curtain, two men stood facing each other, two silhouettes were cast on the walnut floor, cuddling each other, covered in The naked him, the neatly dressed him, the folded hands of the lower body, and the dangling towel under his hand, like a swing, non-stop, non-stop.

"What the hell, hurry up."

Shao Kou subconsciously wanted to open his mouth, but he was a little uncontrollably surging. He hummed in a hurry, lowered his head to pick up the chopsticks, then put them down again, took a few steps to get the spoon, paused, put them down again, went back and picked up the chopsticks again, while Mu looked at him repeatedly, and was so angry that he almost went to heaven, "It was intentional, wasn't it?"

"what?"

Ah shit.

"You just say, how do you drip, can it be fast, can it be quick, can it be quicker?"

Bian Mu's patience has reached its limit, he is irritable when he is hungry, let alone Du, an old man who has been hungry all day, what is he doing.

"Sleeping has killed your IQ, yes, you step aside, don't you just have soup, I'll make it, you go away."

Clumsy, and I don't know how to grow so tall. Is it because I eat chemical fertilizers every day?

Shao Kou took two steps back, holding the chopsticks in his hand, and just so happened, the man in front of him turned around to take the chopsticks in his hand.

Crack, the tiles in the kitchen made a clear and crisp sound of two chopsticks landing in a perfect posture.

It’s over.

The little boss with a poisonous tongue appeared again, and Bian Muqi kicked him over, "You're not done yet, are you? If I don't scold you for a day, you will feel uncomfortable, isn't it, your ass was stung by a poisonous bee, your hands What are you shaking? I think you just don’t want me to eat. If you starve me and scrap it, you can make a fortune. Can you be a little bit rich? Try it on your shoes, ah, it’s too far away, hey, I’m so hungry, hurry up and bring me the food.”

Bian Mu is really hungry, you can tell how many people are hungry since he came out, if Shao Kou got a roast suckling pig at this time, he would be able to eat it in one bite.

With his back to him, Shao Kou first raised his hand and slapped himself, pressed the pause button on Brainstorming, lifted the lid of the casserole with his hand, pricked it with chopsticks, and poured it out. During the process, if you look closely, his hand Has been trembling slightly.

While eating, Shao Kou didn't move, just stared at his mouth that opened and closed, and the hand that was holding on to the chopsticks. He was really, really shocked, especially shocked. The impact of this incident on him can be described as a mountain torrent In general, if it is not a dream, if it is not a dream, it is enough to shock him even if it is a dream. What is shocking is that this piece of shit on his body can be used for other purposes besides releasing water , It really makes people eat whales.

Bian Mu didn't dare to move after he was seventy percent full. This idiot, isn't he in a sleepy daze, he's just talking about it.

"Stop eating to lose weight?"

Old fat pig.

"Eat well, and I'll clean up."

The man on the side suddenly withdrew his gaze, adjusted his sitting posture, put his hands on his legs, his eyes were as clear as boiled water, and he answered with a slight frown.

With him like this, Bian Mu immediately recalled the first time he met, the man who jumped off the tractor and walked over with his arms open. His expression at that time was just like this, indifferent and fearless.

"Well, pour me a cup of coffee."

Bian Mu got up and wandered around the living room twice, then sat on the sofa, the little bastard followed him and hopped on his buttocks, and now he was lying quietly by his feet, he lowered his head and licked its soft ears, as a sign of your understanding.

There was a bloody drama on TV, men and women were messing around, Bian Mu saw his head hurting, so he changed to a food channel, and the person in charge of the commentary was a foreigner, and everyone who watched it said it was delicious, hey, I didn’t see it A guy from the past.

Shao Kou poured him a cup of coffee, and put it on the coffee table, "Call me if you have something to do."

Fuck, who is this, why does it look like a new core has been changed.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong just now, I'm sorry, it's okay."

Bian Mu thought it was because he had spoken too harshly just now, and this person still held grudges, which was meaningless.

"You are serious."

Come on, come to the real thing, right?

Bian Mu directly threw the coffee in his hand on the glass of the tea table, turned his head and walked away.

When I got to the corner of the stairs, I turned around and looked down, hey, there was no one else, I couldn’t wait so fast, you old man, you really had a great foresight to play Gaoling Flower with him.

As for Shao Kou downstairs, he packed up his things and went directly to the laundry room. After waking up, he threw all his things into the laundry room. He took out a towel from the basket, and saw a lump of muddy stains in the middle at a glance. , it turned out to be true, that little painter didn't go crazy towards him, and it turns out that cultural people have more connotations.

He lay on the bed, looked at the veil that covered him, and automatically imagined in his mind the lips that his fingers had touched just now, if the pink tongue could be stretched out, licked and turned around, and then he opened his eyes, the black and clear pupils Looking at the straightened lower body, heh, people really have desires, and he is no exception.

With a bang, he swung the stool against the painting on the wall, the glass shattered all over the floor, and the face hidden under the light became extremely devastated and determined. How could he feel this way, how could it be possible, that kind of dirty Why would he want to own such a dirty and dirty thing? It's really, really ridiculous.

"No, I don't need this kind of thing, I don't want to need it, I can't need it, I don't need it..."

In the room on the first floor, the man covered his face with his hands and looked up at the sky, while in the room on the second floor, Bian Mu came out of the shower, swayed the red wine, raised his head in the same way, raised his hand and made a collision motion towards the starry sky , Lips lifted, "Cheers, beautiful starry sky."

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: Cheers.

Shao Kou: No time, I'm sad.

Bian Mu: Well, you go, I won't stop you.

Shao Kou: Why don't you have compassion?

Bian Mu: I always like that others are inferior to me.

Shao Kou was surprised: You, why are you such a person?

Bianmu: What's the matter? It's normal. The worse your life is, the more you can reflect my goodness. How much affirmation this is to me, I should be happy.

Shao Kou: But I feel so uncomfortable that I want to die.

Bianmu: Okay, so what do you want me to do?Comfort you, stop kidding, will that solve the problem?cannot.

Shao Kou: At least, you shouldn't act happy.

Bianmu: Let me cry with you, that's unrealistic.

Shao Kou: You probably don't care much.

Bianmu: No, it's because I don't have you in my heart, that's all.